This is a two parter – Part 1 will be my recollection of events and Part 2 is their point of view. The person in question asked to stay anonymous.
TL;DR – A person spams my inbox and I make them my slut.
**Part 1**
So I log on reddit and I see someone commented on one of my comments. I go and look. The comment is… kinda… semi loaded? The word choice makes me curious. A little angry.
I DM them – “Hey, got a minute?” I figure I best get ahead of things and try to calm them down if they’re angry. Apologize if I did something wrong.
I decide to see who this person is, thinking it’s probably someone I pissed off with my opinions and they were going to badmouth all my posts. My phone dings again and again. I see their name pop up – once, twice… They just kept commenting on my posts and I thought – yup. Stalker. Angry stalker.
So I go to their account and try to figure out who this person is, and what I see is a whole bunch of opinionated comments, but none of them toxic.
I am curious so I start going comment by comment, reading them and commenting on them, and little by little I start to like this person.
Then – they finally message me back – “Hey, yeah! Sorry, did I do something wrong?” I didn’t expect that.
At the time I didn’t know they actually liked me so much they were getting off on my posts, and not just the naughty ones. They later told me my words were attractive.
We started chatting, small things. Back and forth about their “angry” comment. Clarifying and such. Awkward bits of small talk before we hit it off.
All the while the little slut is getting wet off of my words. Wish I knew that sooner.
She even asked me if I wanted to seduce her.
I had to do some work and use my hands so I asked – “hey, wanna call?”
She agreed and we called. “Hi?” she said. I could tell she was nervous.
And then we talked and talked.
Talking about anything from sex to religion to theology and more.
Later in the call she told me – “the whole time we were talking your voice was making my pussy clench.”
I love that. It made me want to make her do things. I told her to reach between her legs and touch herself.
She complied, started softly moaning in my ear and telling me hearing the people around me was making her wetter (I had my headphones in and was still working at my desk).
I went to the bathroom and started word fucking her, making her moan with my words, describing taking her virgin pussy.
Her voice… oh god her voice. It made me touch myself.
So there we were – me in the trusty, safe bathroom, she in her bed.
I could hear the hotel guests and staff doing their thing – it was 6 am already.
I made her cum and then she fucking switched the tables on me.
The shy little virgin went primal, animalistic.
Her voice was aggressive and it was so fucking hot, but I had to go to my desk and finish my work so…
I found myself sitting at the desk, hands shaking, face flushed.
Her telling me how she’d get under my desk and take me orally, forcing me to pretend nothing was wrong.
As she’s doing that, I can hear her pussy sloshing and gushing and her groaning and moaning.
Like a she devil out for my cum and soul!
Made me dizzy, sweaty…. ugh it was so unfair!
I had to talk to guests, my co workers, and smile.
Fuck it was hot.
**Part 2 – Continuing in the slut’s own words:**
You kept asking if you should switch to speaker phone so that everyone could hear me moaning, since I was so turned on by knowing that there were people going about their day not knowing what I was doing. I didn’t want them to hear. I wanted you to hear me and make you break from what only you could hear.
You mentioned there was a bride getting ready a few feet from you, wouldn’t it turn her on to hear me? No, that bride wouldn’t know what she was hearing. I may be a virgin, but I’m a slut, and I know way more about good sex than anyone going to their wedding night tonight.
But finally, it was too much. I don’t know if I really came very hard, but I knew I’d been wrung out. And it was late at night for me—if I was going to work the next day (tho I was already tempted to call in sick and just masturbate to you all day long), I needed to go to bed.
We said good night, but I realized I had a huge chore to do before I went to sleep, and after I completed it, my mind kept retuning to you. I felt like I needed to share every stupid thing that I’d thought of while I was thinking about you.
After a long, rambling text from me, you called.
It had gotten you excited to hear all my ramblings, apparently. I needed to sleep—I couldn’t think about you masturbating, even though everything in me wanted to know if I could really make you cum again. It still took a bit for me to fall asleep, and when I did, I dreamt of you. Even in my sleep, your voice and words made my pussy clench and churn out that slick arousal.
I don’t think my pussy has stopped clenching since I first read the first Slutty Confession. That’s how I knew I needed to talk to you. It took me a while to work up the nerve to chat with you, which is why I kept going through your posts and commenting on some. I wasn’t sure I was what you wanted, but I knew you were what I wanted. All of it, and talking with you directly—text and voice—made me want you even more. Your voice surprised me, surprised me with how much it turned me on immediately.
You didn’t want to talk about sex right away, and I didn’t know how long I could last just chatting with you about everything and nothing, but it became natural. It didn’t make me want you less—it made me want you more—but I enjoyed that I liked you as a person, on top of wanting you sexually. And then FINALLY you brought up sex—as in, us having sex on the phone and via text. And oh, that was the wettest I’d ever been, and, at the time, the most intense I’d ever cum.
And I don’t want to stop. I want to make you cum and have you make me cum for a long time into the future.
I’m addicted. I’m your cum slut.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nn76yw/that_one_time_a_preachers_daughterf_33_stalked_me
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